The Raspberry

you carried but you could not hold

you felt but you could not see

 

your body was a home

a home with strong walls

and protected doors

 

but your visitor did not last long

and your home became a grave

 

a grave to an unborn

the size of a raspberry

a grave to an unborn

loved by all

 

your body became a grave

but it will one day become a throne.

This poem is about: 
My family

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